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Morning, sunshine, The light came through the kitchen blinds in stripes again, and of course the first thing I did was think of you — same stripes, same slow Thursday-into-Friday feeling, different desks. I poured my coffee and saved the last sip the way you save the good part of a song for the walk home. Your note from last night is still open in my other window. I read it twice, smiled both times, and answered nobody's questions about why I was grinning at a screen at 08:00. Pairing with Lena at 14:00, then the afternoon is ours — I already planned the bridge walk, the slow one past the bakery, and I'm not taking no for an answer. Save me a seat, I'll bring the skip-link story to lunch and leave the rest of the day to you. Counting the hours right along with you. Talk soon, lovely. Yours, Mia